[@Hawlin]
[@Lord Zee]

[b]"Oh, have a seat! Ya got their letter, too, ah?"[/b] the much taller woman than Dia said, a shared laugh between them. A sigh of relief escaped the young girl's lips. It seems that she wasn't too late nor was she too far fetched for being invited. She took a seat next to the woman and gave a grin, but not before taking off her bag and setting it on the floor by her bare feet. Dionaea quickly noticed how under dressed she was in comparison to the people gathered at the table. Perhaps it was something to say about the group of elves she was apart of, how close they were to nature and how blinded they were by their own thoughts of what was right and what was wrong.

[b]"Refreshments?"[/b] the woman offered, and Dia nodded in return. [i]"Yes, please!"[/i] she exclaimed, wrapping her fingers around a cup and pushing it towards Kaite quickly. Dia never turned down a drink, even if it was just simply tea. [i]"To be honest with you, I didn't quite catch your name on the way in. Or to be more honest with you, I wasn't paying attention. I'm Dionaea Sycamore, 15th born of the Sycamore lineage. You can call me Dia though, all my family does, and friends I suppose."[/i] she smiled, watching her cup be filled. She took a sip, swallowing as Sadron tapped his staff on the floor.

[b]"Seeing how everyone is here, how about we get started?"[/b]

[b]"Here here."[/b] a man spoke up as Dia's eyes darted towards him. He was excited about what was happening whatever it may be.